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“Should I leave these out or—”
“Maybe for the car ride.” I wink and this time it’s her cheeks burning red. I take her hand tugging her forward and lift her dress when she straddles me. She kisses me and our tongues collide. My hands find her hips grinding her against my lower half. “Up,” I command against her lips, tightening my grip to help her lift off my lap before I make quick work of my belt and trousers.
“Finn,” she hisses stopping me from pushing down my legs. “We can’t do this, Tony is right there!”
“Tony can’t hear a thing,” I smirk and push her underwear out of the way. She gasps when I push a finger inside her, and fuck, she’s already so wet for me. I hum and crook my finger, which must have hit a sensitive spot the way she whimpers. I pull my fingers from her and suck the taste of her from them. Damn, she tastes so good. I can’t wait to get her home so I can take my time with her. “Take those off, Shortcake.”
“Am I supposed to go commando?”
“Is that a problem?” Our faces are mere inches apart, and her chest rises and falls against my own with each breath. “Take them off.”
Michaela narrows her eyes before she falls back into the seat across from me. She hooks her fingers into the band of her underwear tugging them down. My eyes never leave hers. When she finally unhooks her underwear from her foot, I hold my hand out and she hesitantly hands them over. I grip her hand tugging her back to me and stuff the thong in my front pocket before I kiss her.
I groan when she pulls away falling to her knees on the floor of the SUV. She tugs the waistband of my briefs putting my cock on full display. I follow her every movement and see her eyes light up seeing me in such a vulnerable position — she’d never admit it, but I think she likes being in charge, just a little. Her finger lightly traces the thick vein down my shaft and her gaze meets mine when she replaces her hand with her tongue. Mother of God, this woman is going to kill me. Drawing back, she runs her tongue over my head, lingering for a moment before sucking.
“Fuck,” my head flies back against the seat and my hips spring forward when she cups my balls and squeezes gently. She switches between deep sucks and long strokes of her tongue. “Shortcake, you keep that up and I won’t last much longer.” I dig my hands into her hair and try to slow her tempo, but she refuses. It’s been days since I’ve had her and I refuse to come in her mouth. I tug a little harder, but she doesn’t budge. My hand slides down her jaw and to her throat and squeezes gently; she finally releases me with one last pull of her mouth. I force her eyes on me, “As much as I love seeing you on your knees, I haven’t had you in days and I want to feel your pussy around my cock when I come.”
My hand still wrapped gently around her throat, I bring her mouth to mine in a hard kiss — it’s all tongue and teeth — and I taste myself on her tongue. She crawls back into my lap and I align myself with her entrance before pulling her down. She gasps dropping her forehead against my shoulder.
“God,” I sigh in relief. I’ve been waiting for this since I landed at JFK this morning. “You feel so good.” Warmth fills my belly feeling her pulse around me. She begins to rock back and forth and it pulls a moan from me. This woman is going to be the death of me. The way she can turn me into a beggar with one look is like nothing I’ve ever known before. My appetite for her is voracious and greedy, a man starved. I don’t know how I’ll ever grow tired of her.
Our eyes connect and her entire body clenches around me. My left hand tangles in her blonde waves and tugs. I lick a stripe up her neck before biting the skin behind her ear. “I thought of you every night I was gone, Shortcake,” I whisper in her ear and roll my hips into her. “Thought of you riding me, just like this, and as much as I wanted to touch myself — I didn’t because I didn’t want to come unless it was inside you.”
She whimpers.
“Close baby?” Her movements are more jagged and haphazard. She nods but I want to hear her say it. I force her eyes on me and say, “Use your words, Shortcake.”
“Y-yes,” she gasps and my thumb finds her clit. I glance down where our bodies become one. I almost come at the sight. My fingers tremble slightly against the skin of her hips. I do most of the work for her when I feel her begin to slow. Her breathing is heavy and she’s right on the edge. My lips graze the exposed skin of her left shoulder up her neck. Pleasure crawls up my spine, and I’m trying not to come before she does, but fuck it’s getting harder with each stroke. “Finn,” she moans.
“Go ahead, Shortcake. Come for me,” I whisper, nipping gently on her eat, and she does. Her body shakes as the high rushes through her. My movements become sloppy, losing control as she comes undone above me. My body trembles beneath her as I reach my own climax. Her head drops to my shoulder again, exhausted, and I kiss her temple. “We better get cleaned up.” Michaela hums in response before I help her off my lap. After I clean myself up and resituate my trousers, I pick her earrings up from the floor and hold them up to her, “Don’t forget your earrings.”
Michaela shoots me a playful glare before taking them. “You have lipstick on your face.”
“You think it’s my shade?”
She rolls her eyes and takes a handkerchief from her purse. Opening a water bottle, she wets it and begins to wipe the shade of red from my face. “You ready for tonight?”
“As long as I have you by my side, I won’t need anything else. Tonight is for you too, y’know.” Blue eyes meet mine before she smiles and returns to her work. “It is, I wouldn’t have been able to do this without you.”
“Well, I’m happy to have been of assistance, but tonight is about your hard work — don’t let anyone take that from you.”
Chapter Thirty-Nine
MICHAELA
I FORGOT HOW TIRING these things are. Shaking hands, kissing ass, having to remember everyone's name – or pretend to – I don't know how Nina does this all the time. Then again, she's usually on the other side of it. I watch her smile and nod along to whatever story the man in front of her tells – Jason, was it? She laughs at the right times and sips her champagne occasionally, never once looking away from the conversation. And she looks gorgeous doing it, dressed in a high-waisted blush pink bandage dress with a slit up the front. The light above her reflects off the rhinestones that make up half of the ruched bodice when she moves to greet another man who joins their conversation.
"She makes it look easy, huh?" Nick offers me a fresh glass of champagne.
"She makes it look very easy. They both do.” I glance at Finn who's doing the same thing with a group of older gentlemen sipping on old fashions.
"They were raised to do it. Makes me kind of happy our family wasn’t rich," Nick laughs behind his beer.
"You have no idea." I was never more grateful for my parents than when I started hanging out with people like Nina and Finn. I can’t imagine growing up in this world, being born and bred to run with the elite from day one.
"Wouldn't trade it for the world though." Nick smiles and offers a subtle wink when he catches his wife’s eye. She excuses herself and makes her way through the crowd. "How's Jackson doing?" Nick asks when she finally reaches us.
Jackson! That's it. Well, I was close.